NPCs, July 17th.

Tinibossol (tinny-bah-SOLL)
Neutral Fleshwarp Male
A particularly abused Fleshwarp who worked the quarries. The target of frequent beatings for his relative ugliness. Used to swallow stones to make himself more durable, and began knitting stones into his flesh when this proved effective. Supposedly knit a brick into his fist and beat his jailor to death with it before escaping into the night — Shedding all of his stones and moving far faster than he had any right to.
Description: "Everything about Tinibossol, from his flesh to his clothing, wanted mending. His too-wide mouth was full of small translucent teeth like those of a deep-sea fish — and the guards enjoyed putting increasingly wide gaps in his smile. His stringy black hair shot down his back and face like an oil spill, and his skin was red, cracked, and mottled though it was uncertain if this was sunburn or if he had always looked so singularly awful. The quarry-dust left him in hacking fits that made his pale blue eyes, set too deep into his skull, water. His stomach was distended and his limbs lumpen with quarrystone and dross, that he might tire his constant abusers by having them kick stones. He was simultaneously the most tragic and wretched thing in all of the Quarry."

Palja (POLL-yah)
Lawful Good Fleshwarp Female
An unusual Fleshwarp born not of Fleshforges but of poisonous alchemies. Once a beautiful dancer and songstress, Palja was fleshwarped by a bitter rival who sought to upstage her — a plan that was ultimately very successful. Palja stands at the height of a human or elf, and may have been one previously. While her beauty and talent for song are largely gone, her grace and talent for music are not — Captors permit Palja to play flute to improve morale amongst themselves and the slaves. Palja eats, sleeps, and work at a loom making fabrics.
Description: "One could almost deign to kiss Palja. Her lidless eyes, sunken cheeks, and the points of her ears almost had an unconventional beauty between them if not for her bruise-colored flesh and her voice — richly tenored like the sound of a drowning gull. Her thin lips and teeth seemed too small for her face, giving her a constant expression of delicate worry. She had not always been this way, she said, but those days were behind her. She still had, she said, an audience as she lulled us to sleep with flutesong, fingers dancing across its many holes like oh so many loomstring. She was an angel — resigned to her fate and begrudging no one, performing where she could, itching the souls of troubled slavers and fleshwarps alike with beauty the had forgotten or never known."

Nimiye Rawud (nee-MEE-yay RAH-wud)
Neutral Human Male Warrior
A captured Lieutenant now shamed with the toils of lesser folk. Deprived of his soldiere, he trains his fellow slaves with the intention of making them competitive for Gladitorial Combat where he believes they have the best chances of earning their freedom through sport or a patron. He is wiry, muscular and particularly handy with a cavalry saber. Copper-fleshed and dark-bearded with a headful of closely-knit braids, Nimiye wears the same homespun tunic and irons as his fellow prisoners, but with considerably more dignity.
Description: Toil had not made Rawud weak, but mighty. He had entered hard labor as an idealistic Lieutenant with a military mind, and that mind had calloused over with his hands into quiet, subversive violence. When they learned of his history, the Slavers set Rawut to training more-promising captives, that they might be sold to the corners of the world as gladiators and sparring-partners. Rawud was committed to his role — some speculating that it was a close as he could get to buying the freedom of his fellow slaves, others than he was quietly building an army and that he would one day fight his way out from servility with training swords and pickaxes.

Heliger Kherris (HELL-uh-gur CAIR-iss)
Lawful Evil Faultspawn Hermaphrodite Monk
A Vudran on pilgrimage to behold the horrors of the failing Fleshforges and the Scabs, which they view as proof of the gods failure to intervene on man's behalf. Arrested for Blasphemy and very proud of it, Heliger is irreverent, self-assured, and spends much of their time engaged in training their body upon the floor of their cell. Kherris deigns few students to join them and believes everyone must carve their own path or die. Faithless, without empathy, and possessed of a strange and genderless beauty.
Description: Heliger Kherris, so it was said, was born neither male nor female, with a full set of teeth beneath, sky full of ill-omened stars. They had been arrested for Heresy, and unapologetic, assured fellow captives and slavers alike that they were all as Heliger was: unwanted children of gods. Their alien beauty had made a target for the unwanted affections of their fellow inmates, and having artfully broken their limbs, they assured that they would refine themselves to a point of nearer perfection where they would kill, too, their jailors with strikes from their graceful limbs. Watching Heliger meditate and hone their body upon the floor of their cell, one believed this might someday come to pass.

Seher Gul (SAY-her GULL)
Neutral Undead Female Alchemist
A very ordinary undead woman working within Geb's Apothecary Guild — Exports teas, tinctures, spices, poisons, tobacco, incense, and other such provisions to esteem Geb's wealth abroad. Did she perhaps give you a desirable narcotic to bribe yourself to freedom? Seher smells strongly of embalming spice and tires easily. Believes her undeath to be merely a secondary and natural stage in her life.
Description: Seher had the tendency to quietly glide through Geb's narrow streets in the seafoam robes that marked her as a member of the Apothecary's Guild with such fluidity that she appeared to not move at all. Most undead had faces like taut leather, but Seher's was like a deathmask: a clay-colored preservation of a twenty-something maiden with full lips and almond eyes — now empty sockets. She carried herself with the mentorly air of a woman in her late fifties and everything she said made one feel as a reassured child, sitting in the cloud of her tomb-incense perfume.

Zoster Maspian (ZOS-tur MAS-pee-an)
Neutral Good Undead Male Sorcerer
A foreigner who adopted Geb's culture, Zoster Maspian was once a studious necromancer and magician. Facing considerable persecution for his inclinations toward controversial magics, Maspian fled toward Geb, but not before his detractors afflicted him with a wasting poison. Fully surrendered to Geb's culture in death, Maspian has risen to the rank of a local magistrate and has a reputation of being uniquely sympathetic to the plight of fellow exiles and pariahs, provided their plights do not draw the attentions of his superiors and grow beyond a scope he can contain.
Description: Swaddled in the purple-red funerary silks and jewelry of a Geb vizier, Magistrate Zoster Maspian is a sorcerer of some notoriety — in life he had written scores of treatises on Necromancy that codified and standardized it such that aspirant magicians could play with life itself — treatises that would ultimately see him assassinated enroute to Geb. The acrid green leather of his flesh attests to his death by poisoning at sixty-four — which he happily professes as the start of his life. His dead, white hair is tied fancifully in decorative ways, staying such as it no longer grows. He is thrilled when people recognize him through his early necromantic writings, relishing his minor celebrity and notoriety.

Captain Largo Defolty
Chaotic Good Human Male Corsair
A pale-skinned foreigner with striking red hair. An aristocratic dandy with a strong love of personal freedoms. Largo Defolty suffered a weak constitution in his youth and was not expected to survive to adulthood. When his parents moved him to the sea, where the air was supposedly better, his condition unexpectedly improved and to this day he refuses to leave the sea, believing he'll fall ill and die if he should. Defolty enlisted as an Andorran Privateer when tyrants began to impose their wills at sea and commandeered an eight-gun slaver's yacht uring his first tour which he rechristened "Unlimited Jest" and captains to this day. After rising to the rank of Lieutenant, Largo Defolty was stripped of his rank and commission for sinking Andorran vessels he suspected of being engaged in slave-trafficking against the orders of his superiors. Largo treats himself as a Naval Officer and his crew, predominantly freed slaves, refuse to recognize his loss of title.
Description: Clad in the surcoat and medals of naval officer with cutlass at hip despite national decree — framed upon the wall of his quarters — that he surrender such things, Captain Largo Defolty of the Unlimited Jest still engages in the noble passtime of squashing slavers and bandits at sea. His swaggering gait, high spirits, and informality bought him the hearts and minds of his crew, who have refused to abandon him despite his loss of commission. "I will cease to be a captain," he says. "When I've no ship or crew — none here are a hostage." His small yacht and seasoned crew scuttle ships well beyond their weightclass — chased by pirates who believe it to be swift prey and not swift predator.

Ebansu Zamba
Chaotic Neutral Gnoll Female Bandit
A great Gnoll bandit leading an outfit of irregulars known as the Redmuzzles. A foreigner from Mwangi, Ebansu paid-out a contract as an oarman for passage to Garund where she was ambushed by a slaver fleet eager to return her to servitude. Ebansu reportedly slew the bandit captain with a fishing harpoon and seized his vessel which she wheeled back on its own forces crewed only by freed captives in a successful offensive. From its origins as a ragtag group of armed slaves, the Redmuzzles have grown into a diverse and capable asymmetrical force regularly conducting raids and arson against slaver strongholds, and paying its members in spoils of war.
Description: At a glance, one would perhaps be uncertain as to what they were looking upon — a dark shock of hair sits atop a heavy furred brow and a muzzle of sharp teeth, which itself sits upon a muscular and topheavy body covered in mottled brown-black fur. Her femineity is uncertain until she speaks with her low, pleasing voice — Ebansu Zamba is a Mwangi Gnoll, and there are few so foreign as her upon these seas. Her isolation would make her a target if not for, as she puts it, her strong spear-arm and found family. Having now carved a drifting fleet of fishing skiffs, rafts, and barges Ebansu wages war against slavers and frees those in their snare — Gratitude, she insists, is the best payment for it means she has many ports and friends. Violence, she says, is the best deterrent. And when one regards her bearlike limbs, bulging from the red fabric of her loose saari and spiderwebbed with scars, one believes she is well-acquainted enough to offer such an opinion.

Happy Jinza
Chaotic Good Ratfolk Female Bootlegger
A slight white churchmouse of a woman possessed by a truly staggering tolerance for Alcohol. Happy Jinza is a fisherman and bootlegger, fishing by day and smuggling homebrew spirits by night. Despite operating only a small fishing skiff, Jinza is untroubled by law or piracy as she accounts for bribes in her stock, making her well-liked by most. A bleeding heart, Jinza has on occasion smuggled more than liquor, and ferried people to destinations when their plight proves compelling. She dreams of operating a dockside tavern out of her ship where she can demonstrate her talent for brewing more legally.
Description: Happy Jinza — and she insists you say her whole name as such — is what happens when a street urchin grows too tall. She won her vessel, she boasted, by besting its former captain in a drinking match and has made drinking her business ever since. Her eyes are black and pupiless, spanning their whole sockets, glittering and dark. "I am working with powerful worts and mashes," she exaggerates. "I have liquors that could make you forgive your father."